Sing me a song. Put me to sleep. Say you’ll love me and you’ll always keep me. Water so warm and blue the light will always shine through. Give me a preview. How about your best line. It’s time for your debut. Do you want me needing you?  Less is more and more is less.  What if I have no love to profess? Will you go astray? Disappointed romance but who believes in fairytales anyway. Can you tell me the shape of my heart? Belief has nothing to do with it but that we all knew. I stand before you like a concrete statue that can’t be seen through. Have you seen the shape of my heart? Wreck of the year or maybe just a moment. Perhaps that’s all it is. Shall we make sport of it? Or just let it go unspoken? There’s always an end but I don’t like goodbyes.  Continue my lullaby. Loves me. Loves me not. This myth is tangled and must be sorted out. Do you want your fate in my hands? Hold on tight. It may be a bumpy flight. Paradise lost, but was it ever found. Simmering adoration apparent in the background.  Too many secrets yet not enough. My internal monologue warns things are about to get tough. Do you even know the shape of my heart?